"Thank you... thank you..."
Zhou Cuiping's heart pounded with excitement as the doctor turned on the computer and reprinted the examination results.
She really was clever, spending just ten thousand yuan to save her brother a million yuan for a kidney source.
By then, when Qin Jianjun realized he was "terminally ill with cancer" and had no hope for life, wouldn't he obediently lie on the operating table and donate his kidney?
"Let me make it clear upfront, this examination result is fake after all. I won't sign or stamp it, you can only use it to scare your husband, not for anything else, understand?"
The doctor wasn't foolish either; he could reprint an examination result for Zhou Cuiping, but it would have no legal effect.
"Understood, understood!"
Zhou Cuiping nodded rapidly like a pecking chicken.
Qin Jianjun, like her, was not well-educated, barely able to recognize a few characters, so how would he notice whether the doctor's signature or stamp was missing?